I believe I’ve mentioned how any artwork that destroys books leaves me feeling slightly conflicted (anachronistically attached to the printed word as I am). But I give much credit to Alicia Martin for undertaking these large installations, consisting of nearly 5,000 books each.

Of all possible favorite things to rain from the sky and out of buildings, books would probably hurt the most…but I’d love to ba around to weed through the aftermath of the spill.

Paradise on this earth…where books are projectile vomited from windows and spilling through doorways (if one is careful about bruises and paper cuts).

I wish such treasures were bursting from my walls, providing they are decent books of course.

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